If you were born not able to hear...
Birds or Christmas Carols or your Momma say “I love you” in her tender sweet way.
Or to hear words of Praise...or Encouragement...or Reassurance.
OR...to explain why the doctor needs to do That to You.
Imagine living in total silence...no language...no words...
No way to speak, No one to speak to, No one to listen...
If you wanted to say...I’m scared or I’m lonely.
And Imagine if on top of that, you were born looking different than most people...And
other people looked at you funny...all the time. And stared at you...a lot. And acted like
you weren’t there...most of the time.
If this was you, I could imagine that you might be angry a lot.
And sometimes forsaken...and sometimes terrified.
And then Imagine...that someone showed you...a language that you could speak with your hands.
You could learn words and names and feelings and you can learn that you really do matter.
You can now been seen, you can now be part of a world you have mostly only watched,
You can have friends and you can go to dances and say please and thank you
And you can tell your Momma, “I Love you”. You can smile and say “I’m Happy”
And you can tell your staff person to take those tomatoes off your sandwich
‘cause you’ve always hated the darn things.
And you can be heard.
~ by Pamela Adams